Someone said this to me after speaking of a longtime friendship ending, and how ephemeral they’ve become, in general. Thought back to my best pals in childhood, how they stuck around for better or worse, like a marriage…in sickness and in health.
Shari and Pat.
We were like the 3 Musketeers…then we all went to different schools and that was that. But at least life gave a good reason.
Nowadays, one’s just left for dead at the side of the road, for sport.
I did try to keep that door open, lastly sending a Christmas card hoping for a response, but none came.
They’re shut down, unrevealing, but I always celebrated the good that was there, with acceptance, never asking too much, always expecting the best. It’s that Pollyanna in me, even when red flags are billowing like sails, I choose to ignore them, but then shocked when kicked in the teeth.
We were friends, through thick and thin, till Thin lost her hearing. I can only see that as the reason for mutiny on the bounty, since I was a very good friend. I can’t deny, being around me takes an effort, but alas, I truly didn’t expect this from this longtime friend.
How it hurts, and so it goes, however…
I have finally, though tearfully, shut the door, and as my other friend said, now there’s space for another to open.
The truth shall set you free, but alas, first, it will kick your ass.